"What a chimera then is man. What a novelty! What a monster, what a chaos, what a contradiction, what a prodigy. Judge of all things, imbecile worm of the earth; depositary of truth, a sink of uncertainty and error: the pride and refuse of the universe."

Wizards, unchanged for centuries, are now more sensitive to the kind of magic they blissfully avoided for so long - that which builds airplanes and bombs, and abolishes tradition. War has never been so difficult to ignore. London is a city strangled with propellers and guns, and Grindelwald sifts through the ashes of Europe performing his Greater Good.

Hogwarts has long been a sanctuary, but even its ancient walls are not immune. Deep beneath the dungeons stirs a new danger, the likes of which are as old as the castle itself. "All who behold its eyes fall dead upon the spot..."

Tiring of the subject of Grugwyn with typical quickness as it proved to be a dead end in her chatting to Ivor, Zamira simply filed what she had gathered under 'useful' and mentally combined it with the note she'd sent to the other Ravenclaw earlier in the week. If she knew Betty - and she did - the Gryffindor gossip hound would have been doing her own digging, and it wouldn't be long now before a proper story emerged, was embellished, and turned up in the paper. Rather, she was content to let the conversation pull in other directions, even if they did concern gobstones. It was a game that she had always found singularly uninteresting - the only reason she had anything to do with it at all was her new-found friend, Eileen.

Having thought that by very virtue of the fact she was talking to him about it, the fact that she thought Ivor neither smelly nor dull would be implicit, she did not bother to think in any depth that she might have offended."Well, naturally," she followed up, instead of apologising or correcting herself. "And each match a gruelling power-play, upon which rests life and death itself. You know, typical sort of stuff." Laughing very slightly and retreating a little to put her hands back in her lap, she gave him a grin that could have been called conspiratorial. "What would you put in the paper, if you were part of it?"